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Patrick X Reader

Request: Can I pleaseee get a Patrick one where Y/N is seen as an angel to everyone but Patrick catches her stealing stuff & fighting with girls who pick on her nd he kind of falls in love 💕 thank you 😚❤️❤️
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“Why haven’t we picked on…” Vic paused, looking around at the flurry of students around them. “Her?” Vic pointed towards a girl with (Y/H/C) coloured hair, holding her books close to her chest, her posture straight. They all looked, earning a scoff from Henry, “Y/N? Y/F/N?” Henry raised his eyebrows at Victor who looked to him.

“Look at her, looks like everyone’s been picking on her for her whole life. She seems too innocent and – small kind of helpless. Besides, she’s a girl!” Henry scoffed, Patrick’s mind mulled over those words, small and helpless. His favourite words to describe a girl, although he knew she was not helpless. “No fucking way… Look at her… She’s hiding something – besides, Greta is absolutely terrified of her!” Patrick corrected. “How do you even know that?” Henry turned to him. “I sit behind her in science and Greta is just terrified of Y/N.“ Patrick stated.

“No way. She’s too good to do real damage. Besides Greta is always scared of competition…” Victor muttered. Henry’s brows knitted together, “competition?” Henry’s eyes flickered back to the girl, his eyes scanned her body and he shrugged in agreement. “Why does everyone think Greta Bowie is attractive?” Victor scrunched his nose in disgust. “Cause she gives blowjobs to any guy who pays her attention and asks for it.” Belch added. “Yeah but where’s the fun in that?” Patrick crossed his arms, leaning against Belch’s blue Trans Am. “Fun? Have you ever gotten a blowjob?” Belch raised his eyebrows.

“Yeah but that’s beside the point… There’s no excitement, no chase, no effort. It’s just done and dusted.” Patrick licked his lips as he watched the cautious girl cross the street. “How about this… You owe me a pack of cigarettes if I’m right and can prove it and I owe you one if I’m wrong?” Patrick turned to Victor. “What?” Vic asked. “The girl. I think she’s hiding something. If I can prove it, you owe me a pack of cigarettes.” Patrick smirked. Vic scoffed in denial, “better buy the pack soon man… You’re so wrong.” Victor outstretched his hand, a smirk crept its way onto Patrick’s lips, his eyes following the girl. 

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The next day, Patrick decided to follow her after school. Patrick’s footsteps were halted when he could no longer see the girl. He stepped closer to the alleyway, leaning around the corner and saw her quickening her pace towards the road on the other side, her hands up her skirt, pulling down the pair of half cut tights she had folded up to appear as mid thigh shorts beneath her dress. He furrowed his brows at her actions, following far behind her. He was amused by the fact the girl he sat behind in science had a somewhat secret life. The girl he had always wanted to hear scream his name.

She turned her head to either side to glimpse at the traffic and took her chance, speeding across the road, taking the time to take the ribbon out of her (Y/H/C) hair, letting it loose, she walked into the old mall, if it could even be considered a mall, where the losers usually hung out. He smirked and followed her across the road and into the old building. The building had a few shops that remained open, a theatre and an arcade. His eyes flicked around looking for her. He waked past the theatre where people lined up to buy tickets.

He looked around, no sight of her. He looked towards the arcade where he saw her slip in. The shops had been closing but the arcade and theatre were still in use. The arcade was old and kids only went there when waiting for a movie. He walked through the arcade and saw her, kneeling down in front of a game and prying the door open with a chisel. It broke free and she watched the money pool around her. Acting quick, she scooped it up and shoved it n her bag, jamming the door shut again.

He stood behind her, his lips quirking into a smirk. “Well, well, well…” he caught her off guard and she spun on her heel in panic. He chuckled at her and she took a deep breath, placing a hand over her heart. “Fuck… Hockstetter, that’s not even funny!” She hushed him as he began to  laugh loudly. “Oh but it is… What a reputation you have at school, the quiet one, but you sneak here after school – ah but it’s not just here is it?” He stalked closer to her, his head tilted as a smirk crept upon his bright lips. He licked his lips.

He backed her against the machine, his hands planted firmly on the machine behind her, on either side of her head. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “i’ve got my eyes on you…” He licked the edge of her outer shell from her lobe to the tip, she pulled a disgusted face, still unable to hide the red hue creeping onto her cheeks. Pushing himself away from her with a wink, he walked backwards, eyeing her maliciously before turning on his heel, his spider-like legs carrying his lanky body out of the arcade. She released the breath she had forgot she was holding. She sighed and let her head fall back against the machine, “fuck.”

The one person she wished she could stay away from now new her secret.
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“Any hard evidence?” Vic raised his eyebrows. “Not yet…” Patrick’s eyes hungrily scanned (Y/N’s) body up and down as she passed them, trying to keep her composure. “Give up yet?” Vic questioned and Patrick shook his head. “This is ridiculous. Who cares anyway? She’s just a girl.” Henry stated, tripping the Tozier kid as he sauntered passed. The others chuckled, Patrick hesitated as he watched (Y/N) close her locker and turn to glance at him. He winked and she walked to her next class, keeping her eyes off of them as Trashmouth Tozier ran away. Patrick scanned her, the skirt of her dark dress flowed lightly as she walked. He pivoted his upper body to the side, leaning low to glimpse up her skirt pervertedly.

He saw those damn tights that were folded up to look like shorts. He smirked, standing upright. She noticed his gaze and flipped him off secretly. He snickered earning a weird look from the others.
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That afternoon, he stalked her again. This time she was just hiding around the back of the school, blood on her knuckles. She stood her ground, Greta Bowie was on the receiving end. He had recalled that earlier that day Greta ripped a few pages out of (Y/N’s) school book. She appeared to keep her calm in the moment but when she saw no one but Greta and her cronies were around she struck. Greta’s cheek was bruised a deep red, turning purple already and her lip busted.

"Have fun covering that up with makeup, you whore.” (Y/N) spat, stretching out her fingers and crunching them into another fist. “I’ll tell-” “-who? All the teachers wouldn’t believe you.” (Y/N) taunted. Greta’s friends had been sitting on the grass, obviously they had been knocked down. Greta being the only one willing to stand up again. Patrick was watching from behind the corner of the building, the same way he watched her do anything at all. “I don’t have time for this.” Greta stammered, wiping the blood off her chin and attempting to walk away. (Y/N) wasn’t done with her yet. “Fuck you.” She growled as she ripped Greta back by her hair, Greta fell to the ground.

“I am so sick and – tired – of you acting – so – innocent and  – fucking – with – me!” (Y/N) said between fists. Patrick took his lip between his teeth, this was an extreme turn on for him. He crossed his arms and repositioned himself into their view, if they cared to look. He narrowed his eyes with a sly smirk as he watched her beat Greta Bowie into the ground, who was now in tears whilst (Y/N) panted, her punches slowing. “Fucking face me!” She shouted at Greta who was blocking her bloodied face. Her friends tried to pry her off of Greta but they got pushed back. She finally pinned greta’s arms down beneath her knees as she straddled the other girl, she drew her arm back and threw one of her final punches.

Patrick flinched from the impact it made, the noise he heard was that of something Henry would deliver. He tried not to smile, Greta’s friends saw him and backed off slightly. Patrick thought she was done but she wasn’t. He saw a car coming down the road from afar. He noticed that this car belonged to none other than Butch Bowers. His eyes widened and just as she drew her arm back again, Patrick lurched forwards, wrapping his arms around her, his arms braced around her shoulders, he yanked her off of the bloodied girl and pulled her away, she was seething.

He pulled her into the building and let her go, to which she stumbled away from him and turned to look at him. He wore a blood curdling grin as he stood there, his lips open as if he were panting but he just watched her. “Why do you ruin everything?” She spat, venom dripping from her tongue, she fixed her dress. He licked his lips and stalked towards her, “I can’t let you ruin your reputation, now can I, princess?” He furrowed his brows, wearing that damn fake condescending pout as his thumb grazed over her lip which had blood dripping from it, “looks like Greta got at least a hit or two in?” He raised his eyebrow. She slapped his hand away, he smirked, licking the blood of of his finger, she began to walk away. “So… Where are we headed?” He asked catching up to her calmly. She frowned at him and he looked down at her, smiling pathetically. She smiled at the ground and shook her head.

“I dunno.” She exhaled. “I have an idea.” He cocked an eyebrow and glanced down at her in the corner of his eye, waiting for her response. She looked up at him, she smirked, “okay.” Their first pitstop was the gas station, not for gas, not for food but for lighter fluid. Patrick grazed the isles, “you know… Everyone thinks your some small, helpless angel…” He stated, looking at different bottles of lighter fluid. “Yeah and I’d like to keep it that way.” She warned, grabbing the lighter fluid out of his slender fingers and sliding it into her pocket along with sour candies. She turned on her heel to leave, she strode out like she owned the place, his gaze still following her, eyebrows furrowed, eyes narrowed and allowing a small smile to creep onto his lips.

He shook his head and followed. “See with that facade, I can get away with anything.” She shrugged when he finally caught up to her outside the gas station. “What else don’t we know about you?” He asked, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag. She smirked up at him and in one swift movement took it from his lips and placing the cigarette between her own, her (Y/E/C) eyes maintaining eye contact with his deep blue ones.

He stared in utmost admiration, the corners of his lips lifting amusedly. She took a long awaited drag and blew out the remnants from her lungs. He snatched it back from her, “smoking isn’t ladylike.” He teased. She rolled her eyes, “good.” He snickered at her reply. “So where are we headed?” She asked, shoving her hands in her jacket pockets after wiping the blood on the skirt of her dress. “A place I like to call heaven.” He smirked mischievously.

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“Seriously?” She placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. “My favourite place.” He opened his arms wide and let them fall back to his sides. “It’s actually really cool…” She admitted. There they were, on the cliff hanging over the quarry. “You swim a lot?” She asked and he shook his head, “not really.” “Can you even swim?” She asked and he stared at her, “yes, I can.” He defended calmly, sitting down against a rock. “Okay… What do you do here if you don’t swim?” She asked, sitting down beside him, facing the quarry.

“I just sit, smoke…” He trailed off. “Nothing else?” She chuckled. “Jesus… Your life is more boring than mine.” She took out some sour candies and offered him one, he took it gleefully. “Your life isn’t boring at all…” He stated, scoffing down the lollies. “I mean – you beat up Greta – and her friends… You fucken – steal shit – you smoke… I’m guessing you have all these adventures too?” He asked between the chew of the lollies.

“Not anymore. I used to. Richie Tozier and I used to hang out all the time, smoke, have adventures, he never could steal but we always had fun. We kinda drifted though. So no more adventures for me.” (Y/N) pressed her lips into a thin line. “Fucking Trashmouth Tozier? You were friends with him?” He laughed. “Yeah.” She deadpanned. “Why don’t we have adventures of our own?” He smirked suggestively. “And what do you have in mind?” She asked, raising and eyebrow. He grabbed her face and pulled her into him, his lips pressing against hers.

His lips were unexpectedly soft, he tasted like sour lollies and so did she, with a hint of metal from the dried blood.. They pulled away, the slightly shocked expression on her face faded into want. Her flushed cheeks stood out against her flesh. He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his lap, attaching his lips to hers once more, his hands firmly planted on her hips, her hands snaking up to his neck and jaw.

His tongue glided against her bottom lip. His thighs providing support for her back as he leaned forward, his knees bent upward. His hand snaked from her side to her cheek, the pad of his thumb rubbing against her cheek bone. He tilted her head up and let his lips escape to her neck, planting vicious and sloppy kisses across her neck. She couldn’t believe after only two full days of knowing the creep that is Patrick Hockstetter she allowed herself to makeout with him

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“You comin’ Hockstetter?” Belch called out to Patrick as he hesitated to get into the car. “Nah.” he shrugged, “I got stuff to do.” He said, walking away, back into the school, looking for (Y/N). He found her gathering her belongings and placing them in her book bag. “So… Where to today?” She asked with a sly smirk. “Anywhere we find ourselves.” He shrugged. “Spoken like an annoying poet but I like it.” She added, following him out of the school. They walked side by side for what seemed like hours, the silence eating at her. “Where are we going?” She cleared her throat. “Well, we’re here.” He chuckled. “The Kissing Bridge?” She shook her head laughing. “I thought maybe we’d rob a bank or something exciting.” She teased with a scowl.

He winked and pulled her into the dark tunnel by her forearms, his back hit the brick wall behind them, he pulled her forearms down to his sides, pulling her closer into him, he smirked and craned his neck to her level and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue ran over her bottom lip, begging for entrance, she obliged. He tasted of cigarettes and sour lollies, presumably from the fact she had given him the entire bag she had stolen the previous afternoon to take home, meaning as usual, he was chewing on lollie’s throughout the day.

She smiled into the kiss, her hands attaching to his shoulders and his moving to her cheeks. He nipped at her lips seductively, his actions fuelled with hunger and desire. She pulled away, making him beg for it, although Patrick doesn’t do begging. He grabbed her and spun them around, pressing her against the wall, his knee between her thighs, one hand still planted firmly on the side of her jaw and the other on the wall. At this point he didn’t care if he had any evidence to give to Vic, he just wanted (Y/N) all to himself, her and all her secrets. He tipped her head up by her chin and began leaving harsh and sloppy kisses across her neck. “What the fuck?“ They turned to see the rest of the gang walking up the kissing bridge with some poor kid squished between them.

"Can I help you?” Patrick asked casually, slightly annoyed even, looking down at the girl between him and the wall. “Oh – yeah… Criss, I give up.” Patrick smirked slyly, tossing him a new pack of cigarettes. Vic caught them awkwardly. Patrick pushed himself of of the wall and wrapped his arm around her, “nothing to see here boys…” He grinned as they walked past the others. “Now I’m really confused…” She muttered and he chuckled, “I’ll tell you all about it later. My house?” He cocked an eyebrow. She tried to fight a smile, biting her lip and looking away, he smirked, pulling her closer and glancing back at the boys, giving Victor a shrug, followed by a mischievous smirk.